Chapter 187

Feng Xuelan raised his foot and kicked him back.

Everyone in the car immediately laughed

On the way back to the army, the big guy lifted his spirit by relying on this "fruit battle", and the laughter seemed to dissipate his fatigue. Every bite of sweet fruit seemed to be sweet to his heart

When he returned to the army, Feng Xuelan couldn't wait to know Zong Mingzhe's news. But in a twinkling of an eye, three days passed. Zong Mingzhe neither came to her nor any news came back.

Zong Mingzhe is not here, but he has come here from Qinghui.

It turned out that Li Qinghui also participated in the rescue operation with the team of military doctors this time.

Although Li Qinghui was born in a medical family and had seen a lot in the world, it was the first time for him to go to the forefront of the disaster area to save people. The rescue operation made him see many new people and things. He couldn't wait to share these things.

"In terms of theoretical level, they can't compare with me, but in terms of on-site operation, these people are really great!" Li Qinghui stared at Feng Xuelan, "You know what? In their eyes, there seems to be no operation standard at all. They started to treat things that should be checked by instruments. They broke the broken bones with a click! I only heard such scenes from my grandfather. At that time, I listened to these as horror stories! I didn't expect There is such a thing! "

Feng Xuelan, who was doing push ups, looked up at him and saw that the guy's eyes were full of excited light. Feng Xuelan couldn't help laughing, jumped up, sat next to him and had a rest. He wiped his sweat and said, "After all, you are not a field military doctor. When they lack normal equipment, they can only rely on experience. Moreover, when they race against the clock to save people, they can't do the examination as they normally do in the hospital. If you see those military doctors on the real battlefield, I'm afraid they have to refresh their world outlook."

"The real military doctor on the battlefield?" Li Qinghui thought of the case that made him decide to come here. The wounded soldier should have been treated by the field military doctor first

Li Qinghui only met one of the tens of thousands of wounded soldiers, which was enough to affect his heart and make him decide to come here.

How many more tragic situations do real field doctors have to face?

I can't imagine

Although he hasn't seen such a field doctor yet, some things have changed in Li Qinghui's mind.

"Xuelan, what do you think doctors do?" Li Qinghui asked.

Feng Xuelan looked at him suspiciously, "shouldn't you know best? Cure the sick and save the people."

Li Qinghui sighed, "my grandfather used to tell us that if we couldn't save the patient in front of us, we should consider whether we could use this case to save more people. Theoretical research is very important. Although we don't save the patients one by one, the theory can save more people... I thought so before."

Feng Xuelan doesn't quite understand why he said so. He can only listen to him carefully.

Li Qinghui looked at the wind and snow, saw the doubt in her eyes and smiled, "After coming here and experiencing these things, I seem to have a feeling of blood surging and want to do what I want to do to save patients one by one. Xuelan, do you think it's right if I really do this? Should I do theoretical research and find ways to save more people, or... Do what I want to do willfully?"

Listen to him, Feng Xuelan understands.

She heard Chen Huofan say that although Li Qinghui was young, he was already very famous. If he did theoretical research, he might really be able to promote the development of medicine. He knew how heavy the mission was on his shoulders, so he was even more confused when he chose the road he wanted to take.

Feng Xuelan doesn't know how to make a decision about such an important thing. She can only tell Li Qinghui what she really thinks in her heart.

"When a person cannot choose her own destiny, all she can do is accept everything given to her by her surroundings. Whether she likes it or not, she must try her best to achieve the goals set for her by others. Only in this way can she survive. But this can only be regarded as survival, not living. Only when a person can choose her own destiny, can she survive Is really alive. "

Feng Xuelan's mouth raised a comfortable smile and said to Li Qinghui, "The difference between 'living' and 'living' is too big. If you can make a choice for yourself now, it means you are 'living'. No matter what way you live, it is much better than survival. I don't know what doctors want to do. But why do people live? I think it's not to accept the fate given, but to do what you want to do."

After hearing what Feng Xuelan said, Li Qinghui couldn't help looking at her with surprised eyes.

Li Qinghui has never despised fengxuelan, but he never thought that fengxuelan could say such profound words. In his consciousness, fengxuelan is more like an action school than a person who is good at thinking

The girl in front of him really filled him with surprise and admiration

Li Qinghui recalls his life. He has indeed been trying to achieve the goals customized for him by others. According to Feng Xuelan, it is "survival", not "living". It is precisely because of this that no matter how powerful the task he has completed, he doesn't seem to feel particularly happy. His heart seems to become numb, and he has been in pain.

But now, since he came here, he met the wind, snow and LAN, saw these "novel" things around him, and Li Qinghui felt that he was really "alive". The choice he made made made gradually made his numb heart aware. He didn't even immerse himself in the suffocating pain again for a long time

i see.

Li Qinghui breathed a long sigh of relief. The first stone that had been pressing on his heart for a long time seemed to have been moved away

"Thank you, Xuelan."

He looked at the wind, snow and LAN. After saying this, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Why can fengxuelan have such a deep understanding? Could it be... She also struggled in the two states of "survival" and "living"?

"Xuelan..." Li Qinghui said suddenly with some depression, "I... don't seem to know you at all..."

Feng Xuelan burst out laughing and pointed to the snacks brought by Li Qinghui, "I think you know me enough! What you bring is what I like to eat!"